The Gods' Wrath
As soon as Kahn's words echoed in the air, the Gods of Destruction erupted into an uproar.
The God of Destruction of the Twelfth Universe, Gold, sneered, "Ha! A mere God of Destruction candidate dares to speak so arrogantly. He doesn't even know his place."
"Humans, they always think they've got a little power and act all defiant," said Liquir, the God of Destruction from the Eighth Universe, as he carried his hands behind his back in disdain.
"They live in their own little world," Vermut, the God of Destruction from Universe Eleven, added condescendingly. "I could forgive your ignorance, but I'm not so sure the other Gods of Destruction will."
Quitela, watching Kahn intently, suddenly grinned maliciously. "Every Universe has its candidates for Gods of Destruction, but the Seventh Universe? A candidate with no quality. Pathetic."
Without hesitation, Quitela issued a challenge: "Your name's Kahn, right? When the summit officially begins, I'll be sending you a challenge. Let's see if your strength can match your mouth."
"I accept," Kahn responded coolly. "I hope you won't bore me too much later."
Quitela's power was renowned, even among the Gods of Destruction. But Kahn didn't flinch. In fact, the challenge only ignited a fierce excitement within him.
"Bold words for someone so young," Quitela scoffed. "Even Beerus wouldn't dare speak to me like that. Who are you to talk to me this way?"
With an almost lazy smile, Kahn replied, "I'm your father."
Quitela was taken aback, his anger surging. "You little brat, when I'm done with you, I hope you can still talk as tough as you do now!"
His words were dripping with fury. It had been a long time since anyone dared to talk to him this way, especially not Beerus. And now, here was a human God of Destruction candidate doing just that.
Meanwhile, Champa, who had been silently observing, couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. While he didn't dare provoke Kahn directly, seeing him become the target of the other Gods of Destruction amused him greatly.
Let's see how you handle this, he thought. You think you can just waltz into the Gods of Destruction Summit and act like it's a game?
But the Gods of Destruction summit was no playground. Here, anything went. And even if Kahn was completely crushed by Quitela, no one could say a word. The Grand Priest wasn't here to intervene.
Kahn, however, shrugged it off, unbothered by the insults. There was no point in arguing further now. The real battle would speak for itself.
"Everyone is here, I see. Let's begin," Whis announced, cutting through the tension.
The other eleven Angels nodded in unison.
In perfect synchronization, the twelve Angels raised their staffs. A burst of energy shot from each staff, creating twelve vibrant beams of light that converged in the empty void before them, forming a radiant, multicolored energy beam.
In a flash, the beam struck the endless void, creating ripples like waves in water.
A passage began to form, swirling with iridescent colors, leading into the Great Gods of Destruction Realm.
"Everyone, please follow me," Whis said, stepping forward.
The God of Destruction from Universe One, Iwne, was the first to rush into the passage, followed closely by his Angel, Avamo.
Quitela glared at Kahn one last time, then followed suit, entering the colorful tunnel.
"Mr. Kahn, let's go as well," Whis urged.
"Understood," Kahn replied, deploying his Flying Technique and following the others into the vibrant passageway.
The light intensified, forcing Kahn to squint. For a few minutes, they flew through the radiant path, until the light gradually faded.
When Kahn opened his eyes again, he was stunned by the sight before him.
"Is this the Great Gods of Destruction Realm?" he muttered, overwhelmed.
Before him stood a colossal palace, its purple walls reaching toward the sky, radiating an imposing and majestic aura. Kahn felt small, almost insignificant, in its presence. The sheer scale of the structure was enough to take his breath away, and the air itself seemed ancient and charged with power.
"This is the famed Great Gods of Destruction Palace," Whis explained. "Built by the legendary Dragon God, Salama. Though it's currently unclaimed, it was said to be constructed by Salama himself."
Kahn raised an eyebrow. Salama? Could it be the same legendary Dragon God who created the Super Dragon Balls? That thought lingered in his mind, but for now, he had no time to dwell on it.
He turned his attention back to the palace, where sprawling greenery and long, elegant buildings surrounded it in a design that seemed to mimic the shape of a dragon. It felt like the palace was the center of a vast, otherworldly realm, radiating authority.
Kahn took it all in, his voice filled with awe. "This place is magnificent... grander than I ever imagined."
Whis, watching him closely, smiled lightly. "Do you wish to be the master of it?"
Kahn smirked, eyes gleaming with ambition. "Of course."
At that moment, Quitela's voice cut through the air, laced with sarcasm: "A mere God of Destruction candidate wants to take control of this place? How laughable. You can't even consider being its master yet. You should worry more about whether you'll leave here alive."
"My Quitela techniques aren't for show," he added with a wicked grin.
Kahn didn't rise to the bait, simply replying, "We'll see."
Quitela, frustrated by Kahn's nonchalant response, snarled and walked toward the palace, his Angel Konik following closely behind.
Whis turned to Kahn, his tone turning more serious. "Kahn, be cautious. Quitela's strength is on par with Lord Beerus. He's one of the most formidable of the twelve Gods of Destruction."
Kahn, however, seemed unfazed. "He's just a rat. I'll send him back into the sewer where he belongs."
The battle lines were drawn, and Kahn was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The Gods of Destruction Summit was about to begin, and Kahn had only one thing on his mind: to rise to the top and claim his rightful place.
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